Ok! So before anything else, I added to the end part of the last chapter. It will be marked with ***

This chapter is basically a lemon. Just in case you want to skip all the rated M stuff, I marked the start and end with ----- so you can basically read around it. ^^

Disclaimer: Do not own YGO

Enjoy!

Love is Death

Chapter 12 – Response

"I told you not to come," Kisara managed to say.

"Ishizu came by my office, telling me you might die. Tell me what else could I possibly do?" Kaiba answered angrily. Kisara jumped at his tone. Sighing, he walked over to her. Grabbing her by her arms, he feasibly pulled her up. She clutched onto him, her arms around his broad shoulders, not wanting to use her legs to stand. Seto dipped down a little and wrapped his right arm around the back of her knees and lifted her up. He carried her over to the bed and released her gently. He sat alongside her.

"What else did she tell you?" Kisara murmured, turning so her face was covered by the pillows.

"That my heart will break," Kaiba answered. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. He closed his eyes, contemplating. 'Is it Bakura…who's going to take you away from me?' he asked himself.

"That's funny," Kisara said, her voice muffled by the pillows, "Are you sure it's not my heart that will break?" Seto looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"How so?" he asked. He heard her sniffle and his heart wrenched in pain. He clenched his jaw, preparing for an answer. Kisara's crying grew louder before she could answer. Seto stiffened. He waited for his answer, unsure of what anything else he could do. After a few minutes, Kisara's crying died down to mere sniffs and she laughed. Seto eyed her questioningly.

"Both you AND Bakura aren't the supportive types, huh?" Kisara asked quietly. She was so weary of all the stress that she forgot she was speaking aloud. Sleep was beginning to pull her in. "I don't…want to love anymore. Not if I have to pick between Seto and Bakura."

Seto, if it was possible, stiffened even more. He tried to calm himself, which proved to be difficult when his heart skipped beats like it was.

"Seto…I've always love you. Don't ask me…why my heart is faltering now…because I don't know myself. I'm just finding myself…enjoying Bakura's company. You know, I've been with him all this time. He's been taking care of me and I've been taking care of him." Kisara continued her subconscious talking. Seto wanted her to stop.

"But we didn't…do anything. Sure he's…seen me naked twice now, but we didn't do anything." At this, Kaiba was relieved. He didn't know what he'd do if he found out that she had been taken by someone else; that someone else had the blessing of touching her in that way.

"I hope you won't get mad at me, Seto," Kisara mumbled, "…but I've fallen in love with Bakura too." Kaiba looked down at her. A few moments passed before he did anything else. Seto looked at the clock near her window. It had been five minutes since she had said anything more.

"Kisara…" he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. His touch seemed to have wakened her from her sleep. She quickly turned around to face him. Her eyes wide with fear. Once it registered she calmed down. He scrutinized her. She didn't seem to remember anything she had said to him.

Seto stopped observing her behavior when he felt a cold hand cup his cheek. He found his own hand come up to his face and push hers against his cheek even more, as if to savor her touch.

"You haven't left yet?" she asked.

"It's only been a few minutes," he answered. He saw her eyes ever-so-slightly narrow. 'What is she thinking?' he analyzed.

"Oh really? It feels as if I've slept a few hours," she said, a weak smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Kisara. Do you love me…or Bakura?" Seto finally asked, despite knowing she didn't want to answer that question, let alone hear the question. He watched as Kisara's body grew frigid, her eyes filling up with frustration. The frustration wasn't directed at Seto, but at herself for not having an answer. Her lips pressed against each other, making her mouth look like a line.

"I don't know anymore, Seto," Kisara strained.

The attraction between Kisara and Seto was undeniable. They both felt allured by the other's physical being, sentiments and more. Their very souls were forever linked with each other by the hands of fate. It was rather unfortunate that fate decided Kisara should have another option.

Kaiba stared intently at her lips. He wanted her. Kisara blushed. Leaning over, he pressed his own lips against hers and to his surprise – and hers – she kissed back. Kisara felt her face turn red. Seto ran his hand down her back. She felt goose bumps pop up on her arms and neck.

Kisara's other hand cupped his other cheek. Her mind raced and ultimately thought of Bakura. Her eyes widened and she let Seto's face go. She looked down, disappointed in herself, though she didn't really know what she was disappointed about. Seto saw her hesitation and understood that Bakura was pulling her back, but he still wanted her.

Seto gently pushed Kisara down to lie on the bed. He maneuvered himself on top of her. Kisara didn't know what to do. She loved Seto, she really did, and yet part of her heat was breaking and yearning for the man she met two and a half months ago.

"You belong with me," Seto said quietly, but not gently. 'She was mine before she even knew who Bakura was. She will be mine,' he thought.

Kisara closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his chest. She sighed. She knew she had to pick between her two suitors before letting anything happen between Seto and her. The moment she decided on her answer, she knew she'd lose the other one forever.

Breathing heavily, she said, "I know."

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Feeling Seto slip her shirt off of her, Kisara quietly wept, memories of the night with Bakura occupying her mind. Kisara looked up at her ceiling. 'I had to pick Seto. He's always going to be the one. I'm sorry. I'll miss you…Bakura. Thanks – for everything,' she thought as she closed her eyes. Seto's touch made her heart race. Her nails dug into Seto's skin when his lips flirted with her neck.

After wiping away the wetness from her eyes, Kisara pushed Seto back and reached up with her neck. Seto's response was a strong kiss; a firm jaw crushing her against her pillows. Tongues explored new mouths, their bodies pressed against each other in an attempt to create more warmth between them. Kisara's hips pulled upwards against Seto's hips, asking him to take her. He understood, swiftly removing his clothes.

Seto slowly inserted himself into Kisara's body. She cried out a little, her embrace tightening around him. Her toes curled at the euphoria and her jaw clenched at the pain. She began to tremble. Seto paused and gave her a worried look. She smiled back at him in an assuring way.

He kissed her as their hips rocked repeatedly back and forth. Kisara gently caressed Seto's strong, broad back. He paused for a second, his mind releasing more endorphins into his body as a reaction to her touch. As his response, he went faster and deeper in Kisara. She gasped, bringing her arms down on the bed and gripping her sheets.

Seto's hands made their way down Kisara's back. Her chest arched upwards, teasing Seto and tempting him to act. He put his lips on her breast, his hand on the other. Kisara moaned, throwing her head back. Seto realized Kisara enjoyed his tongue on her chest and neck much more than in her mouth so he remained there.

Kisara, completely high as a result of her high endorphin levels, stroked Seto's hair. She felt blood rushing into her cheeks. Seto's mouth released her breat She looked down at him with a ;what are you going?!' look. Seto pulled her up by the arms, in a way that she sat on his lap with him still inside of her.

Kisara held her head up to kiss him, her hands resting on his neck and collarbones. He embraced her tightly as he kissed back. They were so close together that they could feel each other's hearts, which were beating at an accelerated pace.

Kisara began to oscillate her hips, using her knees as springs to pull herself up and down. It felt so good to have him in her at last. They were finally going to be one. One. She arched her neck back, mouth open. She hung on to Seto's shoulders with her hands.

Seto felt an equivalent high. After watching Kisara throw her head back – it turned him on – he wanted her even more. He aggressively pushed her back down on the bed. Almost insanely, Seto forced himself deeper in her, at a faster rate. Kisara, bewildered by Seto's hostile behavior, wasn't prepared for the pain he inflicted within her.

She grunted in anguish, trying to frantically back away. Seto, too immersed in euphoria to notice, held Kisara in place and continued. Kisara dug her nails deep into his back in protest. Then she felt something change. She stopped breathing and drove her hips harder against Seto.

A wonderful sensation filled her body as she released her liquids around Seto's erection. She moaned loudly, panting afterwards. Seto, feeling the warmth Kisara emitted, threw his head back. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling and pushing her. Soon enough, he discharged his out liquids into her. A heavenly feeling took over his body.

He rocked a few more times to finish up. He then let himself collapse on top of her. Kisara welcomed him with a moderately tight embrace. Both were tired and panting. Kisara pushed against his shoulders. Seto looked up at her. She leaned in and met his lips with hers. Seto smiled.

Slowly, he slipped out of her. She grunted, not liking having to adjust to him not being in her. They covered themselves with the bed sheets, cuddling with each other. Kisara pulled her hair behind her, and then sighed. With her left hand, she brushed Seto's hair from his forehead.

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He leaned towards her until their foreheads touched. Kisara looked at him through her eyelashes. Seto's eyes were screaming love, carefulness and dedication.

"Kisara," he breathed.

"Don't say it, Seto," Kisara interrupted, "I already know."

Yiiieee!!! What happened to Bakura!?!?!?!?! T.T